[Verse 1]You wanna know just where I'm at, well let me tell you 'bout itI put my city on the map but let me tell you 'bout itThey tryna say I can't come back, ay let me tell you 'bout itMan fuck them niggas I come back, ay let me tell you 'bout itI wanna tell you 'bout it: hands up, everybody runCole outside and he say he got a gunNiggas like "Man that's what everybody said"Go and pop the trunk and everybody deadEverybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is betterAll my bitches the pick of the litter, never bitterNiggas is faker than animeMe I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woahEat the cake bitch, eat the damn cakeFuck good nigga we demand greatOrder Domino's and she take off all her clothesNigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man waitThe best kept secretEven Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tapeRest in peace any nigga want beefSecret service couldn't keep the man safe

[Pre-Hook]I said to the window, to the wallMy nigga ride when I callGot bitches all in my mindFuck nigga blocking my shineI know the reason you feel the wayI know just who you wan' beSo everyday I thank the man upstairsThat I ain't you and you ain't me

[Verse 2]Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobodyThey gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobodyLord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobodyI wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody(This is the part that the thugs skip)Young nigga never had loveYou know, foot massage, back rub shitBlowing bubbles in the bathtub shitThat is until I met youTogether we done watch years go bySeen a river of your tears go byGot me thinkin' bout some kids, still ITell them hoes come through (The break up)Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'emWon€™t be long before you start to doubt 'emTell yourself you better off without 'emThen in time you will find can't walk without 'emCan't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'emCame here together, you can't leave without 'emSo you walk back in, make a scene about 'emOn your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'emIt's called love, niggas don't sing about it no moreDon't nobody sing about it no more, no moreIt's called love, niggas don't sing about it no moreDon't nobody sing about it no more(Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)But every nigga in the club singing

[Pre-Hook]To the window, to the wallMy nigga ride when I callGot bitches all in my mindFuck nigga blocking my shineI know the reason you feel the wayI know just who you wan' beSo everyday I thank the man upstairsThat I ain't you and you ain't me

[Bridge]Get off my dickBut every nigga in the club singingSinging this song yeahGot all the bitches in the club singingSinging this song yeahAnd all they mamas let their kids sing itSing this song yeahThe baby mamas and the mistressesSing this song yeah, song yeahSong yeah, song song yeah

[Verse 3](The make up) This shit is retarded, goddamnWhy every rich black nigga gotta be famousWhy every broke black nigga gotta be brainlessUh, that's a stereotypeDriven by some people up in Ariel HeightsHere's a scenarioYoung Cole pockets is fat like Lil TerrioDreamville, give us a year we'll be on every showYeah, fuck nigga I'm very sure, hehFuck the rest, I'm the best nigga outWhen I'm back home I'm the best in the SouthWhen I'm in LA I'm the best in the WestYou contest? You can test, I'mma stretch niggas outOooh I'mma stretch niggas outThat go for all y'all if I left niggas outThis shit for everbody on my testiclesPlease make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho